Driver's Seat

Celeste Cuckoo was wearing the latest iteration of the would-be school uniform that all the Stepford Cuckoos wore. This month, it was a short blue skirt that was mostly pleats, a tight pink sweater, white knee socks, and saddle shoes in blue and white. The skirt hemmed high on her firmly toned thighs. The pink sweater gorgeously contoured around the push of her pert young breasts, jiggling under the thin wool like oranges on the vine. And Celeste’s face herself was like Emma’s without age or coldness, angelic and round, with plump, juicy lips constantly waiting to be kissed. Her eyes were sky blue and her long blonde hair was swept back, tied into a ponytail with a little white ribbon.

A straight-A student, she had finished her test early and now she stared off into space, amusing herself with whatever thoughts ran through that devious Frost mind. From the teacher’s desk, Rachel Grey gazed at her. She wondered what it was she was thinking about. Probably sex—most of the students did. Hell, so did most of the X-Men, given the kind of costumes everyone wore. But it was just possible that Celeste might be cheating; giving the answers to someone else in the room. That was all the justification Rachel needed to wind her way into Celeste’s mind. 

In truth, she enjoyed eavesdropping on her students. Some of their daydreams were quite entertaining. And there was something about the Cuckoos—the clone daughters of Rachel’s personal wicked stepmother, Emma—that made her heart pound, both infuriated and a little excited. 

She was sure that if she went to stand next to Celeste’s desk that she’d smell the bittersweet tang of her sweat… an aroma the same as that which clung to Scott. Thoughts of Emma and Scott naked together flashed through Rachel’s mind. She shivered with desire, though she couldn’t tell in which direction it went. Instead, she focused on Celeste.

In her mind, Celeste was in a convertible with the top down, cherry-red, Scott Summers in the passenger seat. In the instinctive way of dreams, Rachel knew that Scott was giving her a driver’s lesson, but so far he was just amazed at how adroitly Celeste handled the car. She drove it at high speeds through a winding road between cities, handling the curves with ease, not another car on the road.

“I’m very impressed, Celeste. I’d say you don’t need driving lessons at all. You could probably go get your license tomorrow if you wanted.”

Celeste kept her hands on the wheel, skillfully manipulating it as she looked over at Scott. “That’s true. But I thought driving lessons would be a good chance for us to talk. You know… father-daughter bonding?”

Scott smiled tightly, as though considering but not mentioning their relationship was far off from that. “Well, if it were any of your sisters, I might balk, but I’d love to hear what’s on your mind.”

“I’m curious about your sex life with Mommy.”

Rachel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. At first, she’d thought this fantasy was a petty ego trip—Celeste imagining the approval of a father figure and glorifying herself above all the other Cuckoos. But it was becoming something quite different.

In a concession to realism, the imagined Scott seemed as surprised as she was. “That’s not a very appropriate conversation starter, Celeste.”

“Well, normally somebody would talk to Emma about sex. She gives good advice there, everyone knows it. But since you’re involved with her, you can’t do that. So why not talk to me? I am her. Just younger. Less… wear and tear.”

As she said it, Celeste reached over to grope the gear stick, moving them into a higher gear. Her foot pressed down harder on the gas pedal and the wind somehow whipped up her skirt, showing more of her creamy thigh.

Scott gave in. “The truth is, we don’t have much of a sex life. Emma just isn’t interested in it.”

“Oh? That must be awful for you, Daddy, in the prime of your life. What’s wrong with her?”

“I’m afraid she just can’t keep up. It’s not her fault. It wounds her pride.”

“You’re too good to her, Daddy, too forgiving. When was the last time you fucked?”

Scott took a deep breath. “God, it’s been years.”

“Daddy!” Celeste cried, appalled. “Christ, how do you stand it?” 

Rachel almost chuckled through her surprise at whatever it was that was playing out in Celeste’s head. It looked like she wasn’t the only one who wished Scott and Emma weren’t doing it.

“It wasn’t always easy,” Scott answered. “I still feel guilty about this, but I haven’t always been faithful. You know Psylocke?”

“Yes. She’s very sexy.”

“Sexy and a good fuck, too. I’ve had her at least once a week for the past few years. The first time was actually on Emma’s birthday. She was so busy celebrating herself that she didn’t even notice I snuck away with Betsy and fucked her. God, she had a good cunt. At first, we got together for a bang every day.”

“Were there any others?” Celeste asked excitedly. Rachel’s eyes widened. The girl was actually becoming aroused at the thought of Scott being some kind of man-whore.

“A few. One of the students and a few married women I met at bars and Stacy X knows me by my first name. I don’t think Emma minds, honestly. She must know about it by now.”

“It’s so hot, thinking of all those naughty women you’ve been with, those dirty bitches who don’t care that you’re another woman’s man.” Celeste reached over to take hold of his cock, already burgeoning inside his pants. “Why don’t we give Emma something to mind, Daddy? She’d lose her shit, knowing that someone younger and hotter was doing what she couldn’t, but more than that, I want to make up to you for what a cold fish she’s been. I want you to fuck me as much as you need to. I know you’ve got a big cock with lots of hot cum to give; use me as much as you want. Consider me your personal cum dumpster and jizz in me until we’ve made up for all the blue balls Mommy gave you.”

She let go of his hard-on, having stroked it to the verge of climax, and pulled the car over to the side of the road, nestling it in an apple orchard to give them all the privacy they could want. The convertible settled on its shocks once Celeste shifted it into Park and Scott looked over at the sensually reclining girl in the driver’s seat, seeing all the lush young curves that were only held in by a pair of shorts and a thin cotton blouse.

This Rachel really couldn’t believe. Not only did Celeste have a crush on Scott, but she got off on the wickedness of him being involved with her ‘mother,’ Emma. She was outright aroused by the taboo of seducing the older man, her own would-be father!

Scott leaned over and threw his arms around Celeste’s trim waist, pulling her on top of him in the passenger seat. Celeste went willingly, wrapping both her arms around his neck. Scott felt the exciting pressure of her fine tits against his chest, not having a bra and not needing a bra. He ran a hand down her back, down to the slender space where her blouse left her midriff uncovered, and after rubbing at her bare skin for a moment, he lowered his hand to the magnificent swell of her firm young ass.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he told her, his voice husky. “I’m not just going to use you. I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, like I fucked your mother before she got old and tired. But that won’t be a problem for you. You’re young, vital. You can take coming as hard as I’m gonna make you come.”

“Oh God, Daddy!” Celeste keened with her lips against his ear. “I know what you need. I’ll give you everything you want, young and fresh—I’ve saved myself for you. You can do anything you want to me for the first time. Everything’s here for you, everything you want is right underneath my clothes. It’s all yours. Strip me bare, Daddy! Make me naked for you!”

First, he pulled her eager lips to his in a long and lingering kiss. While they kissed, he unzipped her shorts. The fine golden curls of her pubic hair greeted him, surprising him by being right there, not restrained by panties.

“Goddamn, honey—not a thing under your shorts except this sweet young pussy!” He worked his other hand under her blouse, sinking strong fingers into the succulent flesh of her cleavage. “Where’re your panties, babe? To think, you had a bare cunt all this time! If I’d known, I’d’ve had a hard-on all day!”

Celeste giggled, ‘bashfully’. The innocent act made Rachel sick. She really got off on playing the good girl too, huh? It wasn’t enough for Scott to fuck her—she had to be daddy’s little girl.

“I never wear panties around you, Daddy,” she simpered. “I want to be as close to you as possible—I wish I could be naked for you all the time. I want to show you my tits and ass whenever you want to see them, let you touch me whenever you want! God, it feels good having you feel up my tits like that! I wish you could do that whenever you wanted too!”

Scott slowly, lightly massaged her pert breast, paying keen attention to her especially tender nipples. Rachel had to admit, the fantasized Scott knew his way around a tit. Maybe Celeste was transferring her experience with touching herself over to ‘Daddy’.

His ruby quarts sunglasses seeming to glow brighter than usual, Scott dragged Celeste’s shorts all the way off her coltish legs. He had to force himself to look away from the darkly damp curls of her pussy, focusing instead on the buttons of her blouse. He was so excited by Celeste, if he got distracted by her pussy, he would never take the time to get all of her naked, which was ever so slightly more important than fucking her cunt. (It was sick, Rachel thought to herself, sick, sick, sick.)

Celeste was desperate herself to be naked for him. As much as she loved exhibiting her sweet young body, it was even better when Scott was the one looking at it—unable to look away, he wanted her so much. 

As his clumsy hands undid her buttons, she took hold of her blouse and opened it up for him. In seconds, Scott was seeing all of Celeste’s finely shaped breasts. It drove him wild to see Celeste shrug off her undone blouse, now completely naked, and know that she was his to sate himself with as Emma had never been. This was a good match for him—young and enthusiastic instead of old and jaded.

“I’m going to be your good little girl,” Celeste cooed. “I’ll take good care of my daddy. Not like that ungrateful dyke Rachel, who blows you off and judges you for having needs. Runs off to fingerbang with Kitty Pryde. You deserve so much better than her, daddy. I’ll be a better Mommy than Emma and a better little girl than Rachel.”

“Oh yes, Celeste.” Scott ran his hands over every inch of Celeste’s kinky little body, feeling all the pert curves that were his for the taking. “You make me so much happier than she could. No disgusting tattoos, no butch haircut. I’d rather have you for a daughter any day of the week. And I’d much rather have you for a lover. Who’d even want to look at that sow when they could think of you?”

Now Rachel outright gaped. Celeste wanted more than to simply fuck Scott. She wanted to replace Rachel, be his only daughter, to enjoy the sick fantasy of being his younger lover all the more strongly. Well, fantasy or no, Rachel wouldn’t allow that to go unpunished. If Celeste wanted to be part of the family, then Rachel would show her what it meant to be a Summers.